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This chapter is for all those wonderful people who begged me to keep writing, I hope the spacing works out OK, last time it came out as a lump of text so I've added more gaps. When I get time I'll update the first chapter, but as I'm back to school *shudders* tomorrow it might be some time before I get round to that as am working on 3rd chap as well. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: see beginning of first chapter.
OK here is second chapter, carries straight on, no intro needed... Spot the quotes!
Chapter 2
'Arwen! What.... I- I thought you'd be out searching... You know Imladris well...' Legolas stammered in confusion, trying to get his mind round the fact that Arwen was actually standing in front of him when he was all over blood. The last time she had seen him was when he had turned beetroot red at the feast and run out the room, before then he had always been too far away for her to see his face clearly. Some impression he was making. Arwen set the bowl down, and fetched another stool, sitting next to him.
'True, but someone needed to stay behind and keep control. Both my brothers are away at the moment, and, good at organising as Father is, he does tend to lose his head when it comes to immediate crises. He can be so pessimistic at times, 'He's not coming back'. Honestly!'
'Aragorn told me that you weren't saying what was wrong, and I'm not going to ask, but by the time I've got you cleaned up I expect you to tell me everything. Now hold still, this may sting a little.' As she said this Arwen began to methodically clean the blood off Legolas's face and hands, picking twigs and leaves off his clothes and smoothing his hair as she did so. When she had finished she sat back and waited, knowing that Legolas would talk in his own time. Aragorn had chosen well in bringing him in, no one would disturb them here.
'I love... all my heart- since I first arrived... beauty, cannot be mine... never be allowed-' Legolas paused, looked up, 'I never saw her clearly- pledged my soul to her... tonight, realised what I had done... so ashamed, could never love me... it's hopeless...' his halting monologue trailed off into silence. When it was obvious nothing more was forthcoming Arwen decided to intervene,
'Who?' Legolas hung his head, barely whispering,
'The Lady I sat next to at the feast.' Arwen reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder,
'Why?' she asked, signalling Aragorn to come in, who had just arrived outside the door, 'Why shouldn't your Lady love you?'
She's not mine, and never will be'
'Why Legolas?'
'B- because, because... because she's Mortal!' the Elf burst out, 'The Eldar don't join with Men and the daughters of Men, never, not since the First Age.' He stood up, shaking her hand off, and strode over to the window, gripping the sill so hard he almost gouged holes in the stone. And then, so softly that it could hardly be heard, 'I have not the heart... for me the grief is too near... may Mandos take me.'
At this Arwen and Aragorn exchanged horrified glances, they knew that Legolas's sorrow was great, but did not realise he was so close to giving up his life.
'Go' Aragorn whispered, 'fetch the Lady Elwen, tell her what's happened. If she cannot help then no one can. Hurry!'. Arwen fairly ran from the room, seeking the one person in Rivendell who could save the Elf-prince.
'Legolas don't give in, not now, please Legolas!'
'Why?'
'Why?! I'll tell you why, because of Elwen!' Aragorn shouted, storming over to where Legolas was standing, 'Carry on like this and you will kill her as well as yourself!'
'Why would she care what happens to me?' he answered dully.
'She loves you, idiot! You want your Lady dead? Because that's what will happen. Ever since you arrived she hasn't been able to take her eyes off you, she's been waiting for you to speak to her for ages. Elwen blames herself for what happened today, she feels it's her fault you're in this state, that she drove you away. She asked me, begged me to bring news of you as soon as I could. I went to her immediately after letting Elrond know you were back, and she was weeping Legolas, you drove her to tears! Who says that Elves don't love Mortals? Luthien did, Idril did, and Arwen does-'
'Arwen?'
'Yes Legolas, Elrond's daughter. When we first met I thought I had strayed into a dream, she said she'd bind herself to me, forsaking her people...If we can love then so can you. Elwen is coming now, I sent Arwen to fetch her. I won't let you destroy yourself over this.'
'Elwen... I never found out her name- Elwen Starmaiden... Forgive me Aragorn,' Legolas said, turning to face him, 'I was wrong to despair.'
'There is nothing to forgive.' Legolas smiled, the first real smile that Aragorn had seen on his face for weeks, and which grew even broader as Elwen entered. Aragorn stood back as she ran across the room, the skirts of her dress streaming out around her. Straight to Legolas she ran, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him so hard he gasped for breath. Grinning smugly, Arwen and Aragorn left, giving the pair some much needed privacy.
'Legolas... my own, my love, my Pr- Ai Legolas! What have you been doing to yourself my Prince?' Elwen asked as she saw the cuts on his face, 'did I drive you to that?'
'No, I drove myself into this state, you have nothing to blame yourself for.' She stepped back, and taking his hands kissed the places where the rose thorns had torn him; his fingers, wrists, up and down his neck, his ears, brow, cheeks, eyes, and, finally, she met Legolas's lips with hers.
'... mereth nin... Elwen my love...' he gasped between kisses, running his hands through her hair, pulling her closer, '... aniron...'
When they finally emerged, hours later, from the parlour, most of Rivendell had gone to bed. As they made their way to the main part of the house, arms round each other's waist, only one person saw them. Glorfindel, who had had a sinking feeling about the whole business since the feast, felt his guts twist at the sight of the Elf he wanted so badly, with his arms round another. He could understand Aragorn and Arwen, the Man was a king after all, and related to Elves in a direct line from Elrond's brother Elros. But Elwen? She was nothing, absolutely nothing! What right had Legolas in wanting to join with her? He should stay with his own kind, Legolas should be in his, Glorfindel's arms! Fuming, he went to saddle his horse, in a plan to finish this once and for all.
Slightly melodramatic, and Legolas turns into a manic depressive, but I hope it worked! What do you think? Is chapter three a possibility? Unless I get feedback I won't let you in on what Glorfindel's up to! (Don't worry, he's not evil, just insanely jealous!) Hope I got the Elvish right. Review!
This chapter is for all those wonderful people who begged me to keep writing, I hope the spacing works out OK, last time it came out as a lump of text so I've added more gaps. When I get time I'll update the first chapter, but as I'm back to school *shudders* tomorrow it might be some time before I get round to that as am working on 3rd chap as well. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: see beginning of first chapter.
OK here is second chapter, carries straight on, no intro needed... Spot the quotes!
Chapter 2
'Arwen! What.... I- I thought you'd be out searching... You know Imladris well...' Legolas stammered in confusion, trying to get his mind round the fact that Arwen was actually standing in front of him when he was all over blood. The last time she had seen him was when he had turned beetroot red at the feast and run out the room, before then he had always been too far away for her to see his face clearly. Some impression he was making. Arwen set the bowl down, and fetched another stool, sitting next to him.
'True, but someone needed to stay behind and keep control. Both my brothers are away at the moment, and, good at organising as Father is, he does tend to lose his head when it comes to immediate crises. He can be so pessimistic at times, 'He's not coming back'. Honestly!'
'Aragorn told me that you weren't saying what was wrong, and I'm not going to ask, but by the time I've got you cleaned up I expect you to tell me everything. Now hold still, this may sting a little.' As she said this Arwen began to methodically clean the blood off Legolas's face and hands, picking twigs and leaves off his clothes and smoothing his hair as she did so. When she had finished she sat back and waited, knowing that Legolas would talk in his own time. Aragorn had chosen well in bringing him in, no one would disturb them here.
'I love... all my heart- since I first arrived... beauty, cannot be mine... never be allowed-' Legolas paused, looked up, 'I never saw her clearly- pledged my soul to her... tonight, realised what I had done... so ashamed, could never love me... it's hopeless...' his halting monologue trailed off into silence. When it was obvious nothing more was forthcoming Arwen decided to intervene,
'Who?' Legolas hung his head, barely whispering,
'The Lady I sat next to at the feast.' Arwen reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder,
'Why?' she asked, signalling Aragorn to come in, who had just arrived outside the door, 'Why shouldn't your Lady love you?'
She's not mine, and never will be'
'Why Legolas?'
'B- because, because... because she's Mortal!' the Elf burst out, 'The Eldar don't join with Men and the daughters of Men, never, not since the First Age.' He stood up, shaking her hand off, and strode over to the window, gripping the sill so hard he almost gouged holes in the stone. And then, so softly that it could hardly be heard, 'I have not the heart... for me the grief is too near... may Mandos take me.'
At this Arwen and Aragorn exchanged horrified glances, they knew that Legolas's sorrow was great, but did not realise he was so close to giving up his life.
'Go' Aragorn whispered, 'fetch the Lady Elwen, tell her what's happened. If she cannot help then no one can. Hurry!'. Arwen fairly ran from the room, seeking the one person in Rivendell who could save the Elf-prince.
'Legolas don't give in, not now, please Legolas!'
'Why?'
'Why?! I'll tell you why, because of Elwen!' Aragorn shouted, storming over to where Legolas was standing, 'Carry on like this and you will kill her as well as yourself!'
'Why would she care what happens to me?' he answered dully.
'She loves you, idiot! You want your Lady dead? Because that's what will happen. Ever since you arrived she hasn't been able to take her eyes off you, she's been waiting for you to speak to her for ages. Elwen blames herself for what happened today, she feels it's her fault you're in this state, that she drove you away. She asked me, begged me to bring news of you as soon as I could. I went to her immediately after letting Elrond know you were back, and she was weeping Legolas, you drove her to tears! Who says that Elves don't love Mortals? Luthien did, Idril did, and Arwen does-'
'Arwen?'
'Yes Legolas, Elrond's daughter. When we first met I thought I had strayed into a dream, she said she'd bind herself to me, forsaking her people...If we can love then so can you. Elwen is coming now, I sent Arwen to fetch her. I won't let you destroy yourself over this.'
'Elwen... I never found out her name- Elwen Starmaiden... Forgive me Aragorn,' Legolas said, turning to face him, 'I was wrong to despair.'
'There is nothing to forgive.' Legolas smiled, the first real smile that Aragorn had seen on his face for weeks, and which grew even broader as Elwen entered. Aragorn stood back as she ran across the room, the skirts of her dress streaming out around her. Straight to Legolas she ran, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him so hard he gasped for breath. Grinning smugly, Arwen and Aragorn left, giving the pair some much needed privacy.
'Legolas... my own, my love, my Pr- Ai Legolas! What have you been doing to yourself my Prince?' Elwen asked as she saw the cuts on his face, 'did I drive you to that?'
'No, I drove myself into this state, you have nothing to blame yourself for.' She stepped back, and taking his hands kissed the places where the rose thorns had torn him; his fingers, wrists, up and down his neck, his ears, brow, cheeks, eyes, and, finally, she met Legolas's lips with hers.
'... mereth nin... Elwen my love...' he gasped between kisses, running his hands through her hair, pulling her closer, '... aniron...'
When they finally emerged, hours later, from the parlour, most of Rivendell had gone to bed. As they made their way to the main part of the house, arms round each other's waist, only one person saw them. Glorfindel, who had had a sinking feeling about the whole business since the feast, felt his guts twist at the sight of the Elf he wanted so badly, with his arms round another. He could understand Aragorn and Arwen, the Man was a king after all, and related to Elves in a direct line from Elrond's brother Elros. But Elwen? She was nothing, absolutely nothing! What right had Legolas in wanting to join with her? He should stay with his own kind, Legolas should be in his, Glorfindel's arms! Fuming, he went to saddle his horse, in a plan to finish this once and for all.
Slightly melodramatic, and Legolas turns into a manic depressive, but I hope it worked! What do you think? Is chapter three a possibility? Unless I get feedback I won't let you in on what Glorfindel's up to! (Don't worry, he's not evil, just insanely jealous!) Hope I got the Elvish right. Review!